Page 14 of Secretary's Obsession

Huge hands held onto his ass, and Scott—maybe his demon—removed his clothes with a thought. Then Scott was groaning at the feel of rough finger pads touching him.

“So soft, yet firm.” George squeezed his ass as if to make his point, but not hard enough to hurt. “Seems as you’re naked and we’re… like this… I-I want you. Want to claim you,” George murmured against his mouth, not letting up with the kissing. “Is that okay?”

Worry came through, and Scott did his best to drag his thoughts up from another part of his anatomy. If he could get his brain to work and his lips to form words, he’d answer. George gazed at him, clearly seeking an answer, and Scott was back to blushing furiously. His brain was on the fritz! “Please,” he croaked out.

Scott’s whole body lit up like a damn torch when George didn’t put him down, but instead carried him out of the room. His demon was so damn excited he was dancing about doing a booty wiggle.

Honestly, stop, you’re putting me off.

As if,he scoffed back, but he did stop, thankfully. His presence remained, and Scott accepted his demon side wanted this as much as Scott did, even if he struggled to say it.

He was on fire. There was no part of him left untouched. Even his cock got a sensual massage thanks to the muscled abdomen it had gotten trapped against.

Even his curling toes felt it. Before they crested the stairs, Scott was embarrassingly close to coming. The beard, silkier than he had considered it would be, rubbed at his skin, warming it and making it tingle as George moved through a doorway. Scott hadno chance to look around as his back was placed on a mountain of softness, and George caged him, his mouth pressing against Scott’s as his body pushed Scott into the mattress. Tongues stoked together, the tickle of the beard added something to the kiss, and Scott whimpered with how good it felt. The plump lips moved and glided like they were dancing with him. George changed the angle of the kiss and sucked gently on Scott’s tongue. The tug traveled straight to his aching shaft. It throbbed as he ground up against solid muscle. The silky texture of skin sliding against his spread the fires through him until his body was alight.

Unsure which way was up, his hips cantered forward, rocking, seeking more friction. His demon half whimpered with how much they wanted to come.

Not me!

“What do you like?” George’s growly rumbled words made Scott nearly shoot his load. He whimpered once again, at a loss for an answer.

“Anything,” he managed to say past the dryness in his mouth when George looked at him like he could feast on him for days.

Let’s hope so.

You’re ruining it.

“So pretty,” George murmured gruffly, rolling off to the side so he could trail fingers down the exposed flesh to his cock. Herubbed the sticky tip, and Scott groaned, his eyelids fluttering to match his trembling insides.

His bear shimmied down the bed and, in a move that left Scott speechless, deep-throated his cock. He wasn’t small, fuck no, but his blissful one had his nose buried in Scott’s groin, sucking, slurping so good Scott’s balls tightened and throbbed in delight.

Scott let his legs fall apart and George took full advantage as wet fingers slid under Scott’s balls. He groaned anew, struggling to drag in a breath at the light touch to his taint, then down to his hole. Slick fingers touched the rim, pressing, circling in a maddening slow tease until he was ready to blow and beg. “I’m gonna come,” he confessed, too far gone to be embarrassed by his confession, when it was all he wanted.

George sucked harder, and a finger breached his ass. The added sensation of the intrusion was too much, and his brain shut down as cum hit the back of George’s throat.

His groans sent vibrations straight to Scott’s clenching ass as he rode the best high of his life.

Drenched in sweat and spent, he then moaned in limp delight at the tongue cleaning his flaccid cock and the continued glide of George’s thick digit in and out of his ass.

Slowly finger fucking him, George used his magical tongue to bring his cock back to life. He was fully hard by the time George appeared satisfied with the tonguing he’d given him while stretching his ass.

Feeling empty and aroused, Scott wanted nothing more than to climb on top of his blissful one and…

Don’t be selfish!

“Do you want me t-to… y-you know?” Scott stammered and blushed as George came up the bed, flushed with cum on his beard and still wearing his trousers and boots on the bed!

To the demon gods!

George stroked his beard, removing the smear of cum, his big, beautiful eyes watching him closely. “What do you want?”

Scott hardly had control of himself, never mind his demon, at such a question. His demon pushed. “To ride you,” he murmured past the tightness of his throat, his demon envisioning the bear's teeth sinking into their flesh and them reciprocating with that juicy, fat cock in their ass that outlined his blissful one’s trousers.

George got off the bed, and Scott didn’t look away as he stripped. It was hard not to get up and pick up what George had dropped, but the second he kneeled on the bed, nothing else mattered. He nudged Scott over and lay down on his back. The bed Scott noticed was big enough to hold them both easily. “Is this how you see me?”

“Yes,” he whimpered. This was like nothing he had experienced, and his demon’s eagerness was catching.

George opened his arms wide, and Scott eagerly rolled into them, he had barely touched George before he took hold of his hips and lifted him effortlessly to swing him over the glorious cock waving in the air beneath him.

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